Behind Closed Doors by Andrew James Crawford
Behind Closed Doors
By
Andrew James Crawford
Don’t send me to that Caring Home, I’ve heard a lot about
Selected few are chosen, the whole weekend they are out
Behind Closed Doors you’re waiting for the sunshine to arise
To wake, get up and wash your face, wipe teardrops from your eyes
You know they know, without a doubt, what went on around that time
Your silence then, your silence now hides scandal hides the crime
The more the power the more the money the more that it is hid
Behind closed doors screams can be heard from adult to the kid
You’re angry hurt ‘Who should I tell?’ it’s Uncle and it’s Aunt
It’s Dad, it’s Mum, my Brother too, I should say….but I can’t
It’s months, it’s years, you close your eyes to see if you forget
The pain and image has left a print, of repeat and reset
You think the powder on your face will hide the marks and scars
When hit, you fell, you knocked your head blacked out and you saw stars
‘He loves me or he loves me not?’, you think that we don’t know?
When bruised, black eyes and busted lip, it’s time for you to go
Knock knock ..door slowly opens …You think ‘Please do not come in’
Your fingers smell of cigarettes, Your hot breath smells of gin
‘Our little secret’ whispers in your ear, ‘Don’t say don’t tell one soul’
I’ve only come to tuck you in as normal,… ‘click click’ ..sounds keyhole
Leave them alone take me instead you’ve done enough of harm
Step forward, deep breath, eyes shed a tear, you raise your little arm
The trust you had melts away and tries to steal you joy
Survival instincts kicks right in, defence tactics you deploy
Files missing, lost, cannot be found…not one head will ever roll
Waste of time and effort listing names, dates and crimes was the ultimate goal
Why do you wait until they’re dead to follow up on the facts
They cannot speak beyond the grave, nor defend their ghastly acts
He’s an alcoholic, they’re so violent, she’s a crack and druggie too
If you’ve been through childhood trauma, how do you think it would affect you?
Self infliction, low esteem, anxiety……confidence out the door
Feeling shamed, deep mental wounds, you really want to hear more?
The bedroom, bathroom, kitchen too the cupboard under stairs
Will make you shudder, tear up a bit or give you all nightmares
Victims bring forth their evidence conclusively to show
Insult not our intelligence saying ‘Oh..We just didn’t know!’
Fear not said he for mighty dread may seize your troubled mind
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Behind Closed Doors no eyes can see no tongue will ever tell
No ears can hear what floors and walls their secrets they keep well
Time tells, time heals, time will reveal, atrocities have happened before
So many other stories can be told… look Behind Closed Doors
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